The crackling of the fire lures me closer.

Meat sizzles and shrinks under the sheer heat of it.

 

A fire full of fury, hissing and spitting,

at anyone who dares to move closer.

It attacks my senses; the smell of burning flesh, the feel of warmth.

I can’t move away.

 

I’m enchanted, trapped, devoted,

to keeping the flames flickering.

To feel its warmth infiltrating my tender skin.

The fire floods my senses, a wave of affection washing over the pain.

 

Closer and closer, I creep to the flames.

It hungrily swallows, savoring the taste of me.

 

Flesh melting of my bones, I burn.

Enveloped by flames, I burn.

I melt into orange, united with my love.

 

If the only way to love you is to burn, then know,

I would wear thousands of burns if you were the fire behind it.